by Aya DeAniege
He tugged at the knot I had made in the fabric to tie it behind my neck. The knot came loose, the fabric of my bodice falling forward as Nathaniel trailed his fingers down my neck, towards my breasts. As he was about to touch that soft flesh, his hands moved suddenly to my back.
He stepped closer, right hand settling against my jaw as he leaned down, almost kissing me. With his left hand, he reached behind me and grasped the zipper firmly. As he grazed his lips over mine, he pulled the zipper downward. Tormenting me with the promise of a true kiss as my dress slipped down my hips and hit the floor.
Nathaniel placed his lips on my neck, delivering a small kiss before he stepped back and took me in with his eyes. Those cool greens flowed down me, then back up. He reached out and grasped my breasts firmly with both his hands. His fingers tightened just slightly, then loosened as he met my eyes.
“What? I'm not playing with them,” he said, then grinned.
I laughed and batted his hands away.
“I want you on the bed, minus the underwear,” Nathaniel purred out.
Smiling, I slid my hands down my sides. Hooking my fingers in my underwear, I pushed the lacy fabric down, bending as Nathaniel continued to watch me. Bereft of clothing, I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back slightly as I spread my legs lazily.
Nathaniel glanced once, then smiled slowly. His hands reached for his shirt.
He never watched movies in the full three-piece suit, but he did wear a dress shirt and pants. From my position on the bed, I smiled as I watched him. Nathaniel unbuttoned, then open his shirt hesitantly. He met my eyes as he opened the shirt wider and slid it off ever so slowly.
The way his muscles rippled as he slipped that shirt off?
As I bit my lip yet again, his shirt drifted to the floor. My eyes followed the shirt. I stared at it for a moment, then turned back to Nathaniel. Dirty thoughts were drifting through my head, a leisurely fantasy of what he was going to do to me, and what I wanted to make him do to me.
For just the briefest moment, I wondered what it would be like to tie him up and do to him what he had done to me. Not for petty revenge, but out of curiosity.
How I want to tie him.
The next thing to go was the belt, which Nathaniel turned and tossed away from the bed. It didn't occur to me that the belt might be used in play. I regretted him not taking more time to unbuckle it slowly, then slide it out slowly, suggestively.
His pants, however, received slower motions. Nathaniel unbuttoned his dress pants, then slipped his hands into his pockets as he seemed to consider. Seeing no intent on moving forward, I decided I had best take matters into my hands.
“Take them off,” I commanded.
He stood watching me passively for a moment. That moment stretched out so long that I thought perhaps Nathaniel was going to ignore the command. I wondered if I had gone too far, and the mood would be killed.
Men who liked to tie and beat women didn't like it when those women turned around and started giving out orders.
“As you wish,” he said finally.
Nathaniel removed his hands from his pockets. He reached, checking to make certain I was watching, and unzipped his pants. He shifted his hips slightly, causing the pants to slip down ever so slowly. Stepping out of his pants, Nathaniel moved towards me, leaning down as his fingers grazed over my cheek.
“And the underwear?” I asked.
He smiled as he moved back so that I had a full view. His skin was flushed, muscles rippling as he moved. His thumbs hooked into the band of his underwear, which was straining over his arousal.
“I think... they should stay for now?” he purred out.
He climbed onto the bed, capturing my lips as he pushed me against the silken blankets. His fingers trailed all over my body as he kissed me. Claiming my mouth as his own.
Oh, how I wished he would claim other parts of me.
Nathaniel turned his kisses to my neck and shoulders. Between kisses, he dragged his teeth over my skin, nipping at me gently. I swear he was trying to taste every bit of me. When his tongue found my nipple, I gasped out. It was an odd feeling, different but certainly not bad. I tried not to shove him away, but it was that kind of different. The frightened, almost disgusted feeling because I knew that wasn't normal.
Shut up. It wasn't normal for the slums.
Nathaniel gave my erect nipple a parting, teasing, lick as he pulled away.
Pulling away was something that drove me mad, which I'm pretty certain was why he did it. Quite suddenly and without warning, he pulled completely away. Nathaniel stood, glancing towards the nightstand as he did so. Perhaps for a toy, he was considering using on me.
Without him pressed against me, the warmth evaporated almost immediately.
“Onto the bed,” Nathaniel commanded.
I slid backward, a little haughty, and across the bed. As he seemed to glower at me, I smiled arrogantly. He couldn't beat me. We weren't playing a game.
Without a doubt, I enjoyed pushing the boundaries and seeing what I could get away with.
“That's not what I meant,” Nathaniel said.
Of course, I had known that he wanted me on the bed properly, but I didn't want to do what he had asked of me. I liked the ruffled way he seemed to frown while trying to remain stoic.
“Make me,” I said.
Nathaniel opened his mouth, then closed it suddenly. The man seemed to consider me for a moment before he reached out and grasped my hips forcefully. He dragged me across the mattress, positioning me how he wanted me before he settled atop me. The heat of the man was enough to drive me wild. But add to that the feel of real flesh above me? Of muscled form, barely contained by skin?
I ran my hands over Nathaniel's shoulders and down his torso.
He took my hands and pinned them to the bed. His body pressed close to mine, sliding between my legs as I writhed in desperation.
Nathaniel's fingers grazed over me briefly. Those fingers slipped across my hips, tracing the skin which had been covered by lacy fabric just a few minutes before. His hands ran up my legs and over my stomach. When he bent and kissed my soft skin just above my hip bone, I gasped out.
With each touch to my body, Nathaniel brought me a little closer to that edge. I moved with Nathaniel, trying to get as close as I could. I was able to touch him, to run my hands over his form, but only occasionally. I was still going with whatever he was doing. There would, I told myself, be plenty of time later to feel and tease him.
But then, I didn't have to physically touch him to tease him.
In the end, I begged him for it. I begged him to have me, and he broke the mood for only a moment to ask a question that is so important to the community.
“Do you consent?”
“Yes, please,” I recalled at the last moment and bit my lip as I moaned before adding, “Please Sir, make love to me.”
Nathaniel's breath shuddered out of him, hands coming to a standstill for a moment. Green eyes sliding half-closed, Nathaniel seemed to be surprised and delighted at the same time as his lips curled up ever so slightly. We weren't in play, but the term still had a great deal of power in the real world.
He moved off the bed, watching me as he slipped his fingers into his underwear. Sitting back, I had a full view as Nathaniel let his underwear hit the floor. It was the first time I had a chance to see all of Nathaniel instead of just pieces of him.
I've spoken of his muscled form before, but one can never talk too much about such a gorgeous body. I could see the outline of his abs and the curve of his arms. The way his abdominal muscles seemed to direct all attention downward, to his proud erection. There was an all over colouring to his skin. He tanned in the nude.
I couldn't understand why he was self-conscious about his body. There was nothing wrong with that form. It was something like what I expect a god of myth might have.
I feasted on the magnificent man with my eyes, taking it all in. My eyes settled, for only a moment, on that which could appe
ase my appetite.
The fire in my belly had turned to a throbbing ache, a need to be filled, some time before. I wanted to offer to kneel for him, to have his flesh in my mouth once more.
Nathaniel slid back onto the bed. His lips found mine once more, one hand wrapping around my neck, the other gripping my hip firmly as he pushed me into the mattress. With his body pressed tightly against mine, I couldn't help but relax. The comfort of having a body over me and a warm bed under me was something that I hadn't experienced before.
He continued to kiss as he pushed off of me just slightly. With one hand he spread my legs, caressing the silken skin there as he did so. I could feel that touch all over my leg, it reverberated through my being.
Nathaniel's tongue darted into my mouth as his fingers slid ever higher. Eagerly, I spread my legs wider, wanting him to touch that which he had tauntingly avoided with his previous caresses.
I cried out as the warm fingers thrust into me. They were only a keen reminder of what I wanted and was not being given. His fingers moved with expert ease, bringing me to that edge as I shuddered out a moan. I moved my hips with each shift of Nathaniel's hand. Trembling, I gripped Nathaniel's shoulders tightly, shuddering out a sound when I tried to breathe.
“Please,” I cried.
The man made a small sound, pulling away entirely. He didn't touch me, simply watched as I writhed against the bedspread. With one finger, Nathaniel reached out and grazed my inner thigh. Fingers that had been warm a moment before were suddenly boiling.
The touch was too much. I was already on that edge and the finger trailing upward, the anticipation, made my body tense as my orgasm rolled through me. As I tensed, the first wave of it hitting me, Nathaniel pressed close once more. His hands roamed over my body, one latching onto my hip and pressed me into the mattress to keep me from pressing against him. I wanted to, I did.
I could feel his hardened flesh when I writhed and tried to press upward, against him. Nathaniel made a growling sound, his teeth latching onto the skin of my neck as the next wave struck me. He didn't caress anymore, though his body did shift against mine, almost imitating the motion I desperately wanted. Until the last shudder of my orgasm rolled through me, I was held hostage, unable to do more than shift against his body and feel a heated flesh that was hardened, but not what I desperately wanted.
Nathaniel captured my lips. He kissed me as he settled between my legs once more. Almost there, but not quite. I was no longer enjoying his pace. I wanted to drive us forward quickly. Nathaniel had promised me sex, and that was not what I had gotten.
I expected, because I had orgasmed, that the night would be over.
I was wrong.
“That wasn't—” I tried to protest.
“Oh, I consider foreplay very important,” Nathaniel murmured.
He kissed me again.
When he broke off the kiss, he thrust into me. I cried out and latched onto his shoulders, nails digging in as he let out a small sound.
To be had after so long of being tormented was a shock. The firm flesh filled me. In those first few moments, I moved this way and that, suddenly uncertain of what I wanted. This was definitely beyond my usual experience.
And then I remembered how large he was.
I didn't want Nathaniel to go so quickly that it hurt. It had been years since I had been with a man.
“That's not going to fit right off,” I said, hoping that he would take it slow.
Nathaniel glanced down, “funny, because,”—he thrust gently, our hips meeting as I cried out again.
Not in pain, but in delight.
I couldn't help but want more.
He withdrew slightly and then thrust back in. Though thrust may not have been the best way to describe it. It was a gentle, slow motion. Nathaniel repeated the motion, drawing a small sound out of me each time. I wrapped a leg around his hips, winding my arms under his and dragging my nails over his back. Not to be teasing, but because I wanted to hold him close, but each movement made me tremble uncontrollably.
When he began moving faster, I shuddered. Every ounce of my being responded to his ministrations. Each thrust brought me closer to that edge again, an edge that I thought I could only hit once a day, maybe twice given his comments in days previous. The building pleasure was almost too much for me to take. I thought for certain that I wouldn't make it through.
“Oh, please,” I moaned.
Nathaniel leaned down, hot breath coming against my ear.
“Come for me.”
My body reacted, damn it. My belly twinged and then the curling fire returned. The first wave rolled through me and time seemed to stand still for just a moment.
At the next thrust, I was tensing again. I clutched at Nathaniel desperately.
“Come for me, Darling.”
It's not fair, but it's so freaking good.
I cried out as I came for the second time in an hour. As my orgasm rocked through me, Nathaniel thrust several more times then stilled. His whole body tensed.
“Mm, yes,” he murmured.
I lay under him, panting. The world was finally coming back into focus. Staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath as the ache in my belly changed from a need to be filled, to the something a little more real.
The throb of good sex, the weary feeling coming over me as the orgasm faded, leaving such a delighted exhaustion in its place.
His head dropped to the side. Nathaniel sighed out as he withdrew, breathing hard as he rubbed his nose against my shoulder.
“Did you?” I started.
Nathaniel moved to the side, then curled around me, an arm around my midsection, nose almost at the crook of my neck. The heat of his body warmed me as I chilled suddenly. I shifted closer to him, my hand caressing his shoulder gently.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “You kind of caught me off guard.” He kissed my shoulder. “Next time I will be sure to tell you when it's coming over me, I promise.”
“Just give me some time to collect myself and recover,” I said.
Nathaniel laughed quietly.
“Don't laugh. I don't think I can do that so soon. Let me sleep a few hours before you try that again. Okay? Not everything has to be a marathon.”
Nathaniel adjusted beside me, his arm across my stomach tightening as he made a small sound that might have been a moan.
“We'll work up to the marathons, but I just thought I should show you something that would make you want to come back for more, later on. I do hope that I was adequate enough that you'll want more."
“Adequate?” I asked. Nathaniel tensed against me, waiting for me to say something mean perhaps. “Who have you had sex with, that that would be called adequate?”
“People,” Nathaniel said.
“Well, people need to get their heads checked. Sex in the slum was like thirty seconds long, and he barely got it in before he came. You have to ask if he made it in because sometimes you didn't know, especially for the first time, it's like: was he small, or just over eager?"
Nathaniel shook against me, he started at my second sentence and didn't stop after I stopped speaking. He pressed his face against the crook of my neck, and I had to pull away to see what was going on.
He was laughing.
Nathaniel was laughing silently at my comments.
“I'm glad you find it funny,” I said. “You know how sad it is, that that was my sex life before. And I was grateful for that kind of sex, because at least then I felt something and someone at least pretended to care for me. Now, if I ever go back to the slum, I'll have to spend my remaining days sexless because I'm never going to have sex that good again. Ever.”
“As long as you're with me, sex will always be that good,” Nathaniel said.
“Yeah right, that was the first time going over the top to impress me."
“No, that's my usual style. Every time we have sex, it will be good.”
Three more times in the night proved to me that he was always one to
keep his word.
Chapter Fifteen
Saturday I woke to Nathaniel's face. We ate breakfast in his rooms and worked out together. I was feeling much better and told him as much. He asked if it would be untoward of him to send me to change.
I smiled and responded with, “No, Sir.”
Then went off immediately to change. The dress I chose was white with blue flowers all over it, it came to just above my knees and was pulled in at the waist. When I returned to Nathaniel in the dress, I boldly flicked the skirt and did a little spin to show off the dress.
My boldness put a thought into his head, and he asked me to kneel.
For which I was rewarded.
Four more times that day I was asked to kneel, and I was rewarded. The fifth time Nathaniel called me, I was worried that he might ask the same thing, but instead, he sat me down.
“How's your jaw?" he asked with a small smile. "You keep working it like it aches."
“A little sore," I said. "Not as keenly noticed as the ache between my legs. Though that is a good ache."
“I wanted to talk to you a bit about tomorrow,” Nathaniel said. “It's always best to prepare someone for what they are walking into, rather than just letting you stumble on through.”
“What's tomorrow?” I asked.
“Sunday,” Nathaniel responded. “We'll be going to a meeting tomorrow. It's in an old church. Most of our families believe we are part of a church that believes in equality. It's possible that you may recognize some of those who attend, there are several politicians amongst our number.
“The first rule is, of course, discretion. We don't tell others about the church or what happens in our meetings. The lifestyle is very much illegal at this point. If a Dom was ever caught playing with a submissive he, or she, would end up in jail for assault and battery. According to the laws, one cannot submit to that voluntarily. Laws have been brought in to allow for those who sign contracts through the Program to submit to it, making what you and I do lawful so long as it is in the contract.
“We're trying to bring in changes to that law, using it as a building point to allow for us to be able to be public about our lives. The contract allows for me to beat you if you do something wrong, or for me to have you say that I can kill you. It doesn't say that I can beat you for sexual pleasure. Do you understand?"